AGF picked me up from home.
"So are you drinking again?"
"Yes, in fact I wish I had one now," I told her in the car trip, feeling a little green from a long night of being naughty.
I was going to write at length about the trip, but better writers have written better works about better adventures in drinking.
Plus I'm saving some stories for the memoirs.
I will say this: nothing clears a dance floor quicker than me and Number Two cutting up a rug to shitty EDM.
A Photo Essay:
|The famous Sardine Factory, which was closed sadly.|
|Quality Inn, Downtown Monterey, CA.|
|The Bulldog Pub, one of many British-style pubs in Monterey. These guys had pretty good chippies.|
|A mostly mediocre meal at a different pub down the road. The grill cook did manage to pull off a proper medium on the burger. The rest was disappointing.|
|Introducing "Specific Task," of the Lev's crew.|
|Number Two eats Monterey. I believe this may have been after our famous dance party. Ladies, he's single!|
|Brunch and recovery. Still waiting for those pictures you took of us, Chef Jonathon Sawyer!|
|Bought me a beach hat at the local CVS.|
|This guy does mural all over the world, there's one in Cleveland. http://www.wyland.com|
Sorry about the lack of content, I assure you there's no lack of stories; just not for this blog.